This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 147 - 127: Sound Wave? No, Chatterbox

Chapter 147: Chapter 127: Sound Wave? No, Chatterbox

The Grey Bone Wizard was fleeing for his life.

Despite facing the combined pursuit of five Wizards of his own rank, he narrowly managed to escape the encirclement time and time again thanks to his exquisite control over Shadow sorcery.

Bang—

A stream of Shadow energy swirled in front of the Grey Bone Wizard, forming into a skull shrouded in black mist.

The skull’s mouth opened and closed incessantly, and from within came the sounds of wailing.

Under the Grey Bone Wizard’s manipulation, the skull precisely blocked the three electromagnet blades that were flying towards him, even the ones that had followed him into the Shadow Space.

Click, click, click...

As the blades collided with the skull, they ultimately shattered it, but they too were thrown off course due to the skull’s interference and the fierce consumption of their energy, eventually snapping back into the pocket of the blonde Wizard.

And the Grey Bone Wizard, using the explosive force generated by the skull’s destruction, rapidly "dived" deeper into the Shadow Space.

At this moment, the Grey Bone Wizard didn’t care about danger; he almost went wherever it was dangerous. In contrast, the Wizards hunting him did not dare to gamble with their lives like he did and chased after him with some hesitation.

"Hahaha..." And so, amidst this chaotic rampage, the Grey Bone Wizard managed to escape, even reaching the outskirts of The Lost Land.

In a burst of hearty laughter, he crushed a black stone token, and in an instant, he was enveloped by a deep and intense dark Shadow power, transforming into black smoke as he rapidly fled into the distance, swiftly increasing the gap between him and the pursuing Wizards.

"He’s gotten away!" A Wizard clad in deep blue robes, a Second-level Wizard, couldn’t help but shake his head slightly, a look of regret flashing across his eyes.

"Where can that old fellow run off to?" The blonde Wizard snorted coldly, his golden hair fluttering as if he were an enraged lion.

"That is a core token! The core token of The Lost Land! It not only contains the Meditation Method and a series of accompanying sorceries from a Dawn Wizard, but it also serves as the key to the core! That’s a Dawn Wizard’s treasure trove, even more powerful than a Level 3 Wizard!"

"Damn it, damn it all!"

The blonde Wizard roared, and countless golden lightning bolts seemed to appear out of nowhere with his shout, even forming a miniature natural thunderstorm.

The other Wizards also displayed greed in their eyes, but even more so, there was anger and silence.

Eventually, an old man with slightly graying hair couldn’t help but sigh, "I reckon Grey Bone is now hurrying to the headquarters of the Southern Alliance. He knows he is no match for us, but if he offers the token to that person..."

The Wizards fell silent, and even the strongest among them, the blonde Wizard, felt a twinge of fear, as the violent thunderstorm around them became somewhat quieter.

Although he was regarded as one of the few geniuses most likely to be promoted to a Level 3 Wizard, he was still only a second-level Wizard. When facing that person, he couldn’t help but panic.

The thought of having spent decades painstakingly researching ancient texts and folktales, finding a relatively safe path, and exchanging a massive amount of Magic Stones and resources for various life-saving measures or keys to unraveling the mysteries... Yet at the end, to have the victory snatched by an old man he looked down upon...

The frustration in his heart gnawed at his soul like a beast, causing his azure eyes to faintly redden with bloodshot streaks.

"I, Lott Visk, won’t let him get away with this so easily. I will make him pay!"

Lott Visk roared, then transformed into a lightning bolt, shooting off in another direction.

The remaining Wizards also harbored feelings of discontent. They naturally did not dare to provoke the figure quietly cultivating within the Alliance, but when it came to taking revenge on the Grey Bone Wizard.. With Visk taking the lead, they too wished to release their pent-up rage and take back what they had lost in the ruins.

...

Lucien silently watched Count Sanaxis, who had just broken free from the Wizard formation, a few lines of frustration appearing on his forehead.

"Hey, kid, I’m hungry again, and this time I want something salty," Count Sanaxis said as he lazed on a leaf of a magical plant, treating it like a hammock to sleep in, looking somewhat slovenly and as if he was on vacation.

Lucien’s mouth twitched, but he still frowned slightly, finding the creature somewhat odd.

Although he had signed a master-servant contract with Sanaxis, and even implanted his spiritual power seed into him following the Meditation Method, he failed to perceive the absolute obedience of a Magic Pet typical to that of other Formal Wizards, nor could he directly control Count Sanaxis using the spiritual power seed.

Even after the contract, Count Sanaxis’s body remained very peculiar.

As the "master" who had contracted with Count Sanaxis, Lucien could sense his real presence, but his spiritual power perceived only "emptiness."

This strange feeling in his cognition, that something that seemed nonexistent was "there," made Lucien’s spiritual power feel somewhat disarrayed. His consciousness then slightly nauseated, instinctively causing Lucien to give up perceiving and observing Count Sanaxis.

Even the system’s identification function was rendered useless on Count Sanaxis, after all, the tentacles of the identification function were composed of spiritual power, and Lucien simply could not use his spiritual power to sense Count Sanaxis, so how could he obtain any identification results?

"Hey, hey, hey! Two-legged Long-haired Monster, didn’t you hear me talking to you? Is there not even a slight sense of service...," Count Sanaxis rambled on while splayed on the leaf, seemingly a bit overconfident having just signed the contract.

And Lucien’s gaze gradually became somewhat dangerous.

"Hey... Two-legged Long-haired Monster, I advise you to be kind!"

...

"Stop it, hey! If you keep hitting me, I’ll only be dead, but then you’ll be without a son. Tell me, who loses more, hey?"

But Lucien didn’t make a sound, after all, from the moment the contract was signed, he knew about this "little unique" special ability. Among them, what satisfied him most was that Count Sanaxis had control over a natural Magic or what you could call witchcraft:

[Immortal Body]

Of course, Lucien wasn’t coveting for the moment, but was thinking it would be good for a release.

After all, that guy’s mouth was really too annoying and too much...

"Ah... it hurts..."

"Ow... go easy, it’s going to break, it’s going to break..."

Lucien was holding a scalpel, and at that moment he was looking for Count Sanaxis’s mouth.

A mouth is indeed a good thing, he felt it would be better if he kept it safe for Count Sanaxis.

"Instructor Lucien?..." And just then, Carly pushed the door open and walked in, only she had just greeted him when her face turned red.

After that, Carly’s voice abruptly stopped, and she tiptoed backward in silence, fully demonstrating the "do not disturb" good style of a diligent student at a critical moment.

"Come in." Lucien was exasperated, feeling that if Carly just left like that, he wasn’t far from social death.

Carly hesitated, then slowly lowered her head and shyly walked towards Lucien.

However, her eyes were wandering, still looking for the owner of the rough and alluring voice in the room.

"Instructor Lucien... are you finished?" Carly stammered, not quite sure what to say, but she felt she could at least show the minimum respect.

Lucien noticed Carly’s look. He took a deep breath, feeling the urge to chop Count Sanaxis into stuffing.

"Look carefully, this is the trick of this guy!" Lucien took a deep breath, then pointed his finger towards Count Sanaxis on the dissection table.

At that moment, the latter was quiet again, as if a simple life form.

Carly tiptoed to take a look at Count Sanaxis, then looked back at Lucien, her eyes writing a fabricated story.

Lucien took a deep breath, then picked up a fixation needle, and directly stabbed it at Count Sanaxis.

"Murdering a Magic Pet! Murdering a Magic Pet!"

The next moment, a coarse wail echoed through the laboratory.

Carly’s mouth gaped open, then she looked at Lucien, and back at the "little rice grain" that was now screaming.

"Instructor Lucien, is this some kind of special life form that excels in sonic attacks?"

"Sort of." Lucien said, while picking up another fine needle, ready to give Count Sanaxis a good acupuncture treatment.

"You’re the one skilled at sonics, young one from the Moon Spirit Race. When your ancestor Sally was playing with mud, I was already her elder. Show a bit of respect... Really now, flat chested and short would’ve been fine, but why are your eyes so poor too..."

Carly’s fists slowly clenched.

Lucien looked at Carly and then at Count Sanaxis, who was still babbling incessantly, then silently offered Carly half of the space.

"Hey, if you’ve got bad eyesight, you can use a stool to boost yourself..."

"Instructor Lucien..." Carly lifted her head, looking at Lucien as if to seek his permission.

"It’s fine, it has no other skills, just one - it’s durable." Lucien put down the scalpel, feeling he wasn’t needed here anymore.

Carly nodded firmly, then showed an exceptionally kind smile to Count Sanaxis.

"Hey, Two-legged Long-haired Monster... Hey... don’t go... Daddy... Ah..."